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post #46 of 60
Foie gras is good food.
I wear leather and like veal. I think it's hard to compare the relative suffering of animals. I think traditional methods of preparaing foie gras -- even though they invovle massaging the bird's neck and funneling food down its neck -- are more humane than having some machine stuff the bird, which appears to be what happens in industrial preparation. Foie gras preapration was apparently inspired by realizing that the massive amounts geese gorged themselves before migration made for tasty liver.

I don't want any banned member tossing my salad.
post #47 of 60
Thread Starter 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Nantucket Red
The first rule of the Style Forum Cafe is that you don't talk about the fight club in the basement.

Wow, This conjures another story (any Soprano's fan will appreciate this) of an occassion when I was a teenager visiting our Italian North End. This part of the city Boston was very Italian and had its reputations to harbor, well, you no who I'm talking about.
We were hanging around and I had to urinate so bad that I ran into this Cafe, I think it was called Villa Pompei, and asked to use the toilet. Well this very gruff guy said,"Kid, down those stairs". So, I decended this very dark staircase to a hallway with a bunch of doorways, none of them clearly marked. Well, because of my impending drenching of my then premium denim, I chose the first door I saw.
Smoke bellowed out after opening the door and as soon as it cleared and I had my vision back, I realized that I was someplace I shouldn't be. About ten or twelve guys, some standing and some huddled in a corner around a table became annoyed that I had interupted there meeting. Man, I saw bondage and death before my eyes. "What the fuck, who are you, whataya doing here kid" one said to me. I was stupified, "ah, have to take a piss, guess I have the wrong room" I said. Get outta here, it's down the hall.
You can imagine that all the God Father type stories and movies were reeling through my head. When I got back out to the hallway, I ran as fast as I could and forgot all about what I had to do.
My freinds were waiting for me outside the Cafe and didn't believe anything I told them about what had just happened. I wasn't about to prove it to them.

Best Regards,

Gary
post #48 of 60
Obviously, the cafe serves lamb. All diners who order a lamb dish are approached every five minutes by a waiter asking, "You like it?"

The cafe serves pasta as well, although there is an ongoing debate over whether it is appropriate for business (lunch).

The cafe employs an Asian chef who makes made-to-order sushi. The sushi is really cheap and really good, but takes foreover to arrive. Loyalists swear it is the best sushi they have ever eaten and ask fellow diners to "critique my sushi." Other diners never receive their order and wonder if the chef has left the kitchen to go catch the fish himself.

The most popular dishes are the English ones. They are very expensive, but every several months prices are slashed, sending diners into a frenzy. Every few years there is a fire sale, and diners leave their office jobs for the day to line up for the special.

The cafe has a bar where fistfights often break out over arguments involving politics and religion. Most diners do their best to avoid this section.
post #49 of 60
Quote:
Originally Posted by RJman
Foie gras is good food.
I wear leather and like veal. I think it's hard to compare the relative suffering of animals. I think traditional methods of preparaing foie gras -- even though they invovle massaging the bird's neck and funneling food down its neck -- are more humane than having some machine stuff the bird, which appears to be what happens in industrial preparation. Foie gras preapration was apparently inspired by realizing that the massive amounts geese gorged themselves before migration made for tasty liver.

I don't want any banned member tossing my salad.

Re fg, don't agree regarding the "humaneness" of all that but that is for a different thread. Should just mention that the fat liver quotient is due to be being force-fed. In the wild it is not possible for the birds to consume that amount of food. From an evolutionary standpoint that would make them sitting ducks for predators, so to speak.
As a sidenote, most birds can get such problems to varying degrees - my own monk parrot had liver trouble (in veterinary cirlces they call it "fatty liver syndrome") after being fed mostly seed by the attendants when she was young. We had to give her a much leaner diet for quite sometime, it reduces the bird's life expectancy by a huge margin. Thankfully blood tests have cleared her from all this.

Now for the salad tossing, good call
No one has mentiioned the sudden appearance of old customers in (not very good) disguises suddenly jumping in through the window then hopping on tables interrupting the conversation with weird statements then immediately leapfrogging a regular to do the same on an adjacent table. All the while the management is chasing them down with a stick
post #50 of 60
Will there be a VIP section for international bankers, steel magnates, etc.? Other patrons would not be allowed to see the customers in this section.
post #51 of 60
Quote:
Originally Posted by ATM
Will there be a VIP section for international bankers, steel magnates, etc.? Other patrons would not be allowed to see the customers in this section.

Good one. We can call it The Mittal Room

post #52 of 60
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Originally Posted by skalogre
Good one. We can call it The Mittal Room


It's protected by Triads.

Jon.
post #53 of 60
Quote:
Originally Posted by Ambulance Chaser
Obviously, the cafe serves lamb. All diners who order a lamb dish are approached every five minutes by a waiter asking, "You like it?"

The cafe serves pasta as well, although there is an ongoing debate over whether it is appropriate for business (lunch).

The cafe employs an Asian chef who makes made-to-order sushi. The sushi is really cheap and really good, but takes foreover to arrive. Loyalists swear it is the best sushi they have ever eaten and ask fellow diners to "critique my sushi." Other diners never receive their order and wonder if the chef has left the kitchen to go catch the fish himself.

The most popular dishes are the English ones. They are very expensive, but every several months prices are slashed, sending diners into a frenzy. Every few years there is a fire sale, and diners leave their office jobs for the day to line up for the special.

The cafe has a bar where fistfights often break out over arguments involving politics and religion. Most diners do their best to avoid this section.



Jon.
post #54 of 60
Quote:
Originally Posted by drink8648
Wow, This conjures another story (any Soprano's fan will appreciate this) of an occassion when I was a teenager visiting our Italian North End. This part of the city Boston was very Italian and had its reputations to harbor, well, you no who I'm talking about.
We were hanging around and I had to urinate so bad that I ran into this Cafe, I think it was called Villa Pompei, and asked to use the toilet. Well this very gruff guy said,"Kid, down those stairs". So, I decended this very dark staircase to a hallway with a bunch of doorways, none of them clearly marked. Well, because of my impending drenching of my then premium denim, I chose the first door I saw.
Smoke bellowed out after opening the door and as soon as it cleared and I had my vision back, I realized that I was someplace I shouldn't be. About ten or twelve guys, some standing and some huddled in a corner around a table became annoyed that I had interupted there meeting. Man, I saw bondage and death before my eyes. "What the fuck, who are you, whataya doing here kid" one said to me. I was stupified, "ah, have to take a piss, guess I have the wrong room" I said. Get outta here, it's down the hall.
You can imagine that all the God Father type stories and movies were reeling through my head. When I got back out to the hallway, I ran as fast as I could and forgot all about what I had to do.
My freinds were waiting for me outside the Cafe and didn't believe anything I told them about what had just happened. I wasn't about to prove it to them.

Best Regards,

Gary
I've eaten at the Villa Pompeii; fortunately didn't open any unmarked doors. I could see it though--that underground lair they call a dining room would be perfect for it.
post #55 of 60
I think that black after 6pm would be perfectly acceptable in the cafe. One could then pop in for a light refreshment before starting or finishing the evening.

I believe the basement room has a squirrel theme.
post #56 of 60
Thread Starter 
I think we should offer a Style Forum Bib for those anal types who tend to wear there meal on themselves.

Gary
post #57 of 60
I want to have stunt car accidents on the quarter hour for our viewing pleasure.
post #58 of 60
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Originally Posted by johnapril
I want to have stunt car accidents on the quarter hour for our viewing pleasure.
Breadsticks and circuses...
post #59 of 60
Quote:
Originally Posted by johnapril
I want to have stunt car accidents on the quarter hour for our viewing pleasure.

Featuring Excaliburs in spectacular crash-&-burns.
post #60 of 60
Quote:
Originally Posted by drink8648
Smoke bellowed out after opening the door and as soon as it cleared and I had my vision back, I realized that I was someplace I shouldn't be. About ten or twelve guys, some standing and some huddled in a corner around a table became annoyed that I had interupted there meeting. Man, I saw bondage and death before my eyes. "What the fuck, who are you, whataya doing here kid" one said to me. I was stupified, "ah, have to take a piss, guess I have the wrong room" I said. Get outta here, it's down the hall.
You can imagine that all the God Father type stories and movies were reeling through my head. When I got back out to the hallway, I ran as fast as I could and forgot all about what I had to do.
My freinds were waiting for me outside the Cafe and didn't believe anything I told them about what had just happened. I wasn't about to prove it to them.

good thing nothing happened to you. we all still remember what joe pesci did to spider years ago.
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